Run: 2026-02-16-01KHM61XD5SXJ4NFZBVJTSS87P

**Scene: The Rustic Apple Cafe, Alborn, MN** **Selvi:** (Muttering to herself in Hindi, staring intently at the camera’s viewfinder) यह क्या हो गया? फोटो में वह आदमी साफ़ दिख रहा है... मैंने उसे देखा था, पिछले गुरुवार की रात... मैं बहुत डर गई थी। *(Translation: What has happened? That man is clear in the photo... I saw him, last Thursday night... I was so scared.)* **(The chair opposite her scrapes against the floor as Hunter sits down. She looks up, startled)** **Hunter:** Ma'am? Sorry to bother you. I'm Detective Hunter. I understand you're a student here on the program. I'm talking to everyone in town about the recent... incidents. You were photographing near the old mill last Thursday evening, is that correct? **Selvi:** (Eyes wide, she clutches her camera to her chest. Her words come out in a rushed, anxious whisper) माफ़ कीजिए, मैं... मैं अंग्रेज़ी नहीं बोलती। उस रात मैंने कुछ देखा। कुछ बहुत बुरा। मेरे कैमरे में... शायद सबूत है। *(Translation: I'm sorry, I... I don't speak English. That night I saw something. Something very bad. In my camera... maybe there is proof.)* **Hunter:** (Leans forward, his expression a mix of frustration and forced patience) I'm sorry, I don't... I don't understand. Do you speak English? Did you see something? **Selvi:** (Shakes her head, growing more distressed. She points to her camera, then makes a gesture of someone being grabbed) नहीं, नहीं समझाऊंगी... वह आदमी... और फिर वह चीख... मैं दौड़ गई। यह लो, देखो! *(Translation: No, I can't explain... that man... and then that scream... I ran. Here, look!)* (She thrusts the camera towards him, pointing at the display showing a blurred, dark photo.) **Hunter:** (Holds up his hands, completely lost) Whoa, okay. I see a camera. A picture. I'm going to need... an interpreter or something. Just... just hold on. **(His police radio crackles to life on his belt. He holds up a finger to Selvi, asking her to wait)** **Hunter:** Hunter. **(He listens for a moment, his posture stiffening)** **Hunter:** Copy that. Ten-four. On my way. (He stands up abruptly, pushing his chair back.) **Hunter:** (To Selvi, gesturing vaguely between her, the camera, and the door) I have to go. Uh... don't... go anywhere. Stay. I'll... find someone. I'll be back. **(He gives her a curt nod and strides quickly out of the cafe, leaving Selvi staring after him, her evidence unheard and her fear compounding.)**